Ryan wanted to ask something, but instantly forgot what it was when the hooded man walked down the line and stopped at Kallisper’s uncle. He leaned against the man’s back, pushing him forward until he was standing on his toes. “You’ve been bad,” he said harshly.
“I haven’t,” gasped Calix.
As he stepped back, the hooded man let his whip fly, ripping through Calix’s back. His shrieks filled the room and the other two men shuddered. “Yes, you have,” the hooded man said. “And bad boys get buggered out. Understand?” Whimpering, the man nodded, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Another flash of the whip and a cruel thin line slashed across his buttocks. As he cried out, the hooded man grabbed his hips, lifted them and thrust his own cock right up the man’s ass.
“Holy shit.” Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off the two men. The one roughly fucking, his hips slamming into the man in front him so hard and fast, the sound ricocheted around the room like gunfire. The other, Kallisper’s uncle, arched with his mouth open, his cock hard and wanting, dew from the tip dripping onto the wooden floor.
To be taken so hard and rough…Ryan had always dreamed of it. The detachment of the offender, taking his body and using it as his toy. This was like watching every dream he’d ever had. Unable not to, he reached into the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock, spreading the wetness from the end and grasping hold, fucking his hand as roughly as the hooded man fucked, each gasp of Kallisper’s uncle mirroring his.
A cool hand ripped his hand away. To his shock something icy and yet, red hot, slammed over his dick and he cried out as the sound of a whip falling filled his ears. “Perhaps we should do this right,” Kallisper’s voice murmured in Ryan’s ears. The cold hands pushed him into the middle of the room, right next to Calix. As the hooded man continued to bugger him hard and fast, Ryan found his arms secured above his head and his legs tied apart.
“Wha—” Ryan barely started to ask what was going on before hot ice spread across his ass and he cried out. Thwak! It fell again, the leather cutting into his butt cheeks, sending hot and cold through him. “Wait!” he called out, trying to catch his bearings, but the fall came again. Whack! His cock throbbed and all he wanted to do was to find completion. That was all he craved.
And the whip came down again, this time sliding through his ass cheeks and slamming into his balls. Shrieking, Ryan arched even as the blow came again. It hurt. It hurt so bad and yet…he didn’t want it to stop. This was better than any other dream he’d ever had like this.
“What do you think?” Kallisper murmured in his ear. “Think it’s still hot?”
“Yes,” Ryan gasped, groaning as his cock throbbed with need. “So hot.” And cold. The two divergent temperatures were amazing. It was like the cold was so icy, it burned.
“Sick,” Kallisper snapped, but something in his tone told Ryan that he was turned on as well. “Well, if this turns you on, let’s go for everything.” Wham! The whip fell and wrapped around Ryan’s dick, cutting into him as it was yanked free. Screaming, Ryan’s body exploded into such a mixture of pain and pleasure, his sight grew dim. His body twisted and writhed, and yet with his hands and feet stretched so far, there was nowhere to actually go even if he had tried to move. Two cold hands grasped his hips and lifted him up; he was too weak to even know what was going on, until the cold, hard prick slid into his ass.
Crying out again as the man…ghost…Kallisper pushed all the way in, pulled out and then plunged in, buggering him just as hard as the hooded man was buggering his uncle, Ryan felt his eyes roll back in his head. The pleasure was painful, but in turn, the pain was pleasurable and he arched and his mouth opened in a silent cry as Kallisper fucked him hard, his cold, hard shaft thrusting in rough and fast, so fast no mere human could have done it. With both him and Calix being buggered so hard, it sounded like hundreds of gunshots going off and to Ryan’s surprise, his cock hardened again.
A burst of a laugh came from behind. “Sick boy,” grunted the hooded man. “You like this. Admit it.”
As Ryan opened his mouth to do just that, Kallisper’s uncle responded, making him remember that he wasn’t truly a part of this. He just thought he was. But oh, it felt like it. Cool air drifted over his ear and the voice that spoke was no longer cold and cruel. It was breathy and filled with passion. “See how sick this is,” he said with a gasp. “So…sick…” A loud sharp cry left his lips and as ice cold liquid filled Ryan’s cavity, he saw a candle off to the side fall, its flame touching cloth he hadn’t seen before and it instantly caught on fire. “And now you’ll see how I died,” Kallisper hissed, all the breathiness gone.
The hooded man quickly released all three of his captives and the four of them ran from the room. But Kallisper didn’t release him and with horror, Ryan watched as the flames rapidly spread around the room. A scream came from the far corner and as he looked, he saw him. A young man, barely nineteen, huddled in the corner, trying to keep the flames at bay. But he was no match for them. Shaggy blonde hair fell almost to his shoulders and terrified blue eyes stared directly at Ryan as the flames engulfed him. “No,” Ryan cried, trying to reach out a hand for him, trying to help. But his arms were still tied above him. “NO!” he screamed.
And sat bolt upright on his mattress. Gasping, he looked around. The dewy light of morning poured in the front window and his skin was slicked with sweat. Grasping his head, Ryan took several deep breaths trying to get that image out of his mind. His kink dreams had never ended like that before. Hell, they’d never felt that real. Knowing he couldn’t just sit there, he put his foot down and tried to stand up, screaming as pain flowed through him. Every muscle complained as he moved. It felt like he had been through something horrible. His back ached, his cock burned, but his ass…it felt like someone had set a hot poker to it.
“What the fuck,” he moaned, managing somehow to make it to his feet. Hoping some varmint hadn’t gotten up onto the mattress and bit him in the middle of the night, he pushed his boxers down and turned to look. “Holy fuck,” he gasped. Red welts covered his cheeks, in the exact spots he remembered being hit in his dreams. Touching them tentatively, he hissed and withdrew his fingers. They were ice cold. Pulling his underwear back up, grinding this teeth from the pain, Ryan quickly got dressed and ran out to his truck.
While he drank water and ate a sandwich, he paced back and forth. That couldn’t have happened. It couldn’t be real. And yet, he had the physical proof that something happened. Not to mention that horrifying look on Kallisper’s face as he burnt to death. Choking, Ryan drank the last of his water as he thought about it.
Part of him wanted to get in the truck and leave, never to return. But it was a very small part. Maybe it had been scary, but it had also been amazing. Ryan had looked for that kind of passion and pleasure all his life but had been too afraid to ask for it. If this was why other possible owners fled, he could handle it. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to see Kallisper burn again.
For the rest of the day he cleaned the kitchen, dining room, and what would be his bedroom. He caught only fourteen new rats so he knew he was making a dent in the rodent population. As hard as he worked, Ryan kept his eyes on the horizon. Sleep was very appealing suddenly. Would it happen again? Or was it a once off? Now that he’d seen Kallisper die, would it be over?
Taking a quick bath in a nearby lake, he ate, drank some more water, and got ready for bed. Only this time, he set up the mattress and herbs in his bedroom. There were two more rooms that needed to be cleaned, but for now he at least had a bedroom. Once he had ownership, he would buy furniture.
Lying down in his bedroom, it was with a hint of excitement. Would he sleep? Or dream?
Forcing his breaths into heavy, calming rises and falls of his chest, Ryan closed his eyes and felt himself relax.
When the deep rumble filled the room, instead of freezing this time, he smiled and stood up.
“Well,” Kallisper spat in his ear. “Back for more, boy?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if last night didn’t scare you, I guess I’ll have to show you how bad it can get.”
The darkness of the bedroom transformed and they were back there. In that room. Only it wasn’t burning. At least not yet. The three men, instead of tied to the ceiling, were all kneeling, with their wrists bound to their ankles. The hooded man was fucking the mouth of one of the other two men this time, Kallisper’s uncle’s ass such a bright shade of red that Ryan wondered what had happened to him.
“See what he’s doing?” Kallisper whispered.
“Yes,” Ryan gasped, his cock already hardening.
The ghost behind him grunted. “Turned on already? On your knees.” Without a thought, Ryan dropped to his knees and his arms were wrenched behind him, his wrists manacled to his ankles. “Open up,” Kallisper growled. As exciting as it looked, Ryan was a little more afraid of this particular event. What if he couldn’t breathe? “I said open!” Cold fingers pried open his mouth and a large, ice cold phallus pushed over his tongue and instantly into his throat, making him gag. “That’s right,” Kallisper said with a bark of a laugh. “Gag, bitch.” Cold hands grasped Ryan’s head as Kallisper fucked his throat as fast as he had buggered his ass the night before.
It was terrifying. It hurt horribly. And yet, as Ryan’s shaft pulsed and hardened even further, he knew he loved it. Kallisper had control. Ryan could do nothing but take what he was given. Lifting up his tongue, he felt the ghostly dick rub over it roughly and moaned. “That’s right,” Kallisper grunted. His fingers dug onto Ryan’s hair. “You were meant for this, boy.” No more words came from him, but grunts and moans filled the room as he took his pleasure from Ryan’s mouth and the hooded man came with a roar.
“Swallow,” was the only indication Ryan had that Kallisper was about to cum and as the shaft pushed all the way into his throat and thick, cold liquid exploded, he coughed and swallowed, gagging slightly on the sharp, salty liquid as Kallisper pulled back enough that the last couple jets of jizz spread over Ryan’s tongue. He kept swallowing until finally the spectre pulled his shaft out and Ryan stretched his jaw muscles.
“He need training?” grunted a voice. Ryan looked up, surprised to see the hooded man standing next to the two of them.
“Yes,” Kallisper’s disembodied voice said. “Rough training. Harsh training. I want to hear him scream.”
The hooded man smiled. “Perfect. Come over here, boy!” he barked, grabbing Ryan by his hair and dragging him across the rough wooden floor. Crying out as the wood tore at his skin, Ryan tried to struggle but with his wrists attached to his ankles, it was an impossibility. “I love it when they fight,” the hooded man barked. “Breaking boys is my favorite thing to do.”
Reaching above them, the man pulled down a long chain and attached it to the manacles on Ryan’s wrists and ankles. “Up we go.” He yanked on the chain and Ryan was no longer supported by the floor. Crying out as the pressure on his shoulders and hips was intense; he grimaced and gritted his teeth. This was only a dream. Just a dream.
Yeah, like those welts across your ass were a dream.
When Ryan was waist high, the man in control of him turned and unhooked Calix. “You’ve been good.” He yanked Kallisper’s uncle to his feet and stood him on shaky legs in front of Ryan as he tied the man’s hands above his head to a different chain. “Suck him,” he barked to Ryan and without a thought, Ryan opened his mouth as another dick, this one he could see and truly taste as it wasn’t ice cold, slid over his tongue.
Calix didn’t have a lot of movement, but what movement he had, he made use of, thrusting his hips forward and his cock into Ryan’s throat over and over. But before Ryan could even get used to it, his knees were pushed apart and something huge and ice cold shoved into his ass. A cry left his throat but was not heard as the cock inside of it blocked off the noise. Strong cold hands grasped his hips. Kallisper buggered like a machine and Ryan loved it. Moaning at the pleasure from the ice cold appendage deep in his ass, he sucked his cheeks in over the cock in his mouth. Calix screeched as he came, warm, gooey liquid trickling over Ryan’s tongue and down his throat.
Kallisper tasted better.
The hooded man yanked the uncle backward and shoved his own rod into Ryan’s throat. He was every bit as rough as Kallisper was. “Boy,” the man grunted, looking at one of the other two who had been manacled but weren’t any more. “Crop. Now.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan saw one of the men run to get a long, thin crop and he ran back and lay down underneath Ryan. In a split second, heat spread over his cock as the man hit him with the leather and he screamed as the hooded man slammed his cock into his mouth. Something cold and hot at the same time sizzled across his ass, going across the welts he had from the night before. Unable not to, Ryan gave into the pain-filled pleasure and screamed, his body writhing in orgasm as Kallisper continued to bugger him and the hooded man continued to cut off his breathing with his monstrous shaft.
Between the two men and the crop, his orgasm kept going, increasing in intensity with each thrust, keeping him above the clouds, even as Kallisper let out a yell. Ice cold liquid poured into him at the same time the hooded man came down his throat, pulling back so that his jizz spurted into Ryan’s mouth. Greedily, Ryan sucked every last drop down, gasping and groaning once the hooded man pulled back. Going limp, his head fell forward and he looked at the man underneath him who was still tapping the crop against Ryan’s shaft. He grinned and Ryan grinned back. It was a secret kind of smile. Not one for fun or to be rude. No, this grin said “You’re one of us.”
A strong cold hand yanked his head back, holding on to Ryan’s hair so roughly he was afraid some of it would fall out. Of course, he saw nobody. Kallisper was a ghost and thus invisible. For some reason that hurt.
A bark of a laugh came from the hooded man. “He still can’t see you?” he asked.
“No,” Kallisper barked. “I haven’t put my brand upon his skin.”
Brand? Ryan’s breath picked up as he imagined wearing something that proclaimed him as belonging to the spectre, the original owner of the house.
“Best do it soon. If the other masters hear of such a boy, they’ll take him from you.”
A roar shook the room and Ryan trembled at how angry Kallisper sounded. “They touch him. They die.”
The other four men in the room scrambled backward and Ryan stared in shock, realizing that even the hooded man was afraid of the ghost. Cool fingers slid over his cheeks. “No, I’m not ready to mark him yet. But I will make sure he receives pleasure from nobody but me.”
Hands, more than one, grasped Ryan’s shaft, rubbing it hard and rough until with a moan, he felt his dick harden and lengthen. Something cool and metal slid over his cock and he trembled at the unique sensation. “There,” Kallisper said, his tone back to the cruel one. “He’s mine.” The cold hand released his hair and Ryan screamed as the chain released his manacles wrists and ankles at the same time. He dropped.
Right onto his mattress. Crying out as his face smashed into the pillow and his hard cock into the thin cushion, he rolled over to his side, crying out as pain rolled over his aching body. Everything hurt. His head, his scalp, his back, his ass, and his shaft.
As some of the pain dulled, he blinked his eyes open. No longer in that room, but back in his bedroom. Shuddering, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and struggled to his feet. With shaky legs, he headed outside to go to the bathroom as he hadn’t quite got the water going in the house yet. There was only one problem. He pulled his boxers down and stared at his cock. It was surrounded by rings of metal that kept him from touching his own dick. Reaching down, he realized it was locked just under his balls. There was no way to get it off.
After relieving himself, he stumbled to the truck, digging through the supplies until he came up with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Tearing the lid off, he let the burning heat pour down his throat, crying out as it passed over the soreness the ni
ght before had left behind.
Putting the lid back on, he grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it. Would it be like this night after night, day after day? Taken into a strange room and given more pain and pleasure than he’d ever known existed by men who no longer lived? His shaking hands put the water bottle back down. It was wonderful and exciting and exhausting as hell. Plus, what if they just got worse? And there was also that scary concept of being branded. Ryan had the feeling it would be an actual brand.
His eyes flipped to the manor in front of him. Kallisper Hamstead might have died when he was only nineteen, but in the almost four hundred years since his death, he had obviously had an education. Who were those other men? And why were they trapped here?
Sighing, he made himself a sandwich and continued to look around. Ryan supposed he could overthink it, decide it wasn’t worth it, and run away. But he didn’t want to run away. He wanted more. Before he had even consciously made the decision, his feet moved and he unpacked the back of his truck, taking all the food and drink inside and putting it away. Today he would work on the bathroom and the plumbing. He had the feeling a nice hot bath would be in order tomorrow. Especially if Kallisper came for him again tonight.
Smiling at the thought, he grabbed his tools and headed into the bathroom.
About Thianna D.
If anyone asked Thianna what she thought was most important between Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic, she would grin and say, “Well, obviously you cannot write – and definitely not write well – unless you read, but that reading does not help so much when it comes to math problems. Throw out the math and you might have it work just fine.” Of course, as a math whiz, she can say that with a twinkle in her eye.
A lifetime reader, her nose can continually be found within the pages of a book. Reading did lead to a lot of writing. And writing led to more writing and then getting published. Writing fantasy led to romance which led to paranormal romance and erotic romance leapt in and she went, “Yes! I’ve found my niche.” She first started out in BDSM erotica but then fine-tuned it to one of her favorite fetishes of spanking and the rest is history.
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